So, I have some Pansmione, Drarry, and Blairon fluff :)

Have a Ball fic where Hermione is confused about her sexuality, Ron is too flustered to ask Blaise to dance, and Harry and Draco watch it all unfold.

Fluff.

Enjoy 3

xXx

"Romilda Vane?" Hermione asked.

Harry nodded slowly, a worried expression on his face. "Yes."

"Blimey, mate. I think you've lost it." Ron said, sitting back in his chair. "I didn't say yes on purpose!" Harry snapped, "She asks me dumb questions all the time and I was in a hurry. I just muttered 'yes' and left," He sighed. "I only found out now that's what she was asking."

Originally, he had planned on going alone, considering the only person he wanted to go with happened to be a Slytherin, who probably already had a date. Draco did not know about Harry's crush on him anyway, so it was a waste of time. He was probably straight too.

"Just ditch her, ignore her." Ron said plainly.

"Ronald!" Hermione snapped. Both boys turned to Hermione, currently curled up on an armchair with a book in her hands, her cat Crookshanks mewling at her feet.

"What?" Both asked in unison. Hermione gave them an appalled look. "Harry you can't do that! The poor girl is probably full of joy that you've asked her, she'll be so excited- and just for you to ignore her!" Hermione scolded.

Harry sighed, "Hermione, I don't want to hurt her feelings either but- remember that time she tried to sneak me and love potion, it got given to Ron and he got poisoned?"

Hermione looked away, annoyed that he had a valid point. "That would be like Malfoy asking you and then ditching you for someone else all night."

Harry shot her a look, "Hermione!" He glanced around to make sure no one had heard. Hermione smiled, "Why are you so touchy on that subject? You're dating him anyway!"

Harry ignored him, "You know the reason why. We aren't out yet; this is the only solution we could think of." So, what do you suggest I do, then?" Harry asked Hermione.

The brunette brushed a curl out of her face, "Spend some time with her, preferably get her drunk and then leave her with her friends," Hermione stated, "They'll happily take her and thank you for looking after her, and she probably won't remember anything anyways. If she asks, say that she told you that she wasn't interest in you." Hermione said, "She might be upset but if she thinks she said it, then she'll be mad at herself and not you."

Harry nodded, "That seems like a temporary fix but okay."

Hermione shrugged, "That's the best idea I've got- but do not just ignore her or I will kill you!"

"Who are you going with?" Harry asked the brunette. Ron turned to her also. Hermione looked at them, hesitating to answer.

She herself had been having various problems with finding and date to the ball, due to her general confusion. Most girls were fawning over the idea of swaying slowly in a boy's arms while wearing a ball dress, loud cheesy music playing in the background. Hermione could not even imagine herself doing that, it did not feel right. She had just put it down to her not having a general interest in dresses, or dancing or getting a boyfriend in general. Everyone already knew she was not as cheesy and pathetic as most girls. But she felt like it was something more.

"Mathew asked me as a friend." Hermione explained, "He didn't want a proper date because he wanted to dance with others as well, I agreed to go with him because I wasn't set on dancing a lot anyways."

Ron turned to Harry, a sneer on his face. "See, that's a normal, mutual agreement. No just yelling 'yes' and walking off." Hermione turned to Ron, "Well, let's see who you invited then?" She asked, knowing very well that he had not a date either.

Ron blushed a little. His current situation was a little complicated; the boy he was after, Blaise Zabini, was a rather popular person in the Slytherin house, he was rather loud and flirtatious. Everything that Ron was not. He had figured out that he was bisexual a short time ago, while having a crush on Lavender at some point and crushing heavily on Blaise. But he was just too worried about asking him out.

Ron was not overly comfortable with social interaction and found himself to be more socially awkward; the last thing he wanted was to be rejected by Blaise Zabini in front of all his Slytherin friends.

Ron sighed, "I didn't ask anyone."

Hermione gaped at him. "No way!" Harry said with a playful tone, "Ronald Weasley didn't ask out the boy he's been drooling over for weeks!"

Ron gave him a light shove, his face turning a deep red very quickly. "I think we should make a plan B." Hermione said, closing her book. Ron nodded in agreement, "If everything fails and we get bored, let's just stick together and have a good night, yeah?"

"Yes." Hermione and Harry agreed.

xXx

Harry had just finished getting ready. He was currently looking himself up and down in the bathroom mirror, completely confused. Ron, Seamus, and Dean were doing the exact same thing. "What the bloody hell is this?" Ron exclaimed.

When professor McGonagall said that it was a muggle theme, the boys did not know that they were going to be wearing suits. McGonagall and Dumbledore had talked about making this ball more 'cultured', so they had suits made for all the wizards; witches were to wear dresses are per normal.

Obviously (being purebloods) none of the boys had ever seen such a piece of clothing let alone wore one. So, they found it rather strange.

Dean checked the time on one of Ron's clocks on his bedside table. "Merlin- we've got to be there in ten minutes!" All the boy's scrambled towards the door, knowing McGonagall would kick their asses if they were late.

They made their way down the steps and into the Gryffindor common room where a few of the couples already were.

"Harry!"

The green-eyed boy turned to his right and he saw Hermione. She looked amazing. Her curls were out this time, flowing down her pale shoulders neatly. Her bangs falling onto her forehead covering the top of her eyes, she was wearing very light makeup and a silver necklace around her neck. She was wearing a beautiful lavender coloured dress that flowed out and just above the ground, showing off her silver heels.

"Wow, Hermione you look great." He said, grinning at her. "You look great too!" She smiled. Harry just shrugged. "Not a fan of the suits?" Hermione giggled. Ron came up to her to comment on how great her dress looked at the two began chatting as Ron spotted Romilda over Hermione's shoulder.

She looked stunning. Her long, wavy, black hair was tied in a half-up half-down style with a golden ribbon at the top. Around her neck was a golden necklace that contrasted against her caramel skin. She was wearing a long, skin-tight red dress. Harry had to admit that she looked rather pretty. She was smiling at him and Harry almost felt bad. Not too bad though, considering that he could not wait to see Draco.

Harry took Romilda's hand and the two began their way out of the Gryffindor common room. Hermione was with Mathew behind them, accompanied by Ron who was chatting to them both.

There was a lot more couples around in the main halls, most of them trying to get to the great hall before McGonagall killed them. Harry still felt a bit strange in a suit, apparently many of the boys felt the same; they all looked utterly confused and kept tugging at the fabric.

They ran into a few of their classmates, a few teachers (even McGonagall was wearing a dark green dress.)

Harry was already tired of Romilda's blabbing and he was hoping that she had shut up once they could dance.

The big doors to the great hall opened, the students piled in, couple after couple.

xXx

They had just finished their first dance; it was a slower dance and Harry was already sick of Romilda. She had not stopped talking about herself and gushing about how much she had liked him. The only question she asked him about himself was if he was single. He already knew he had no attraction towards Romilda at all, she was pretty and maybe nice, but Harry knew she was only interested in him for his last name. Many girls wanted to date him for the same reason.

Romilda was currently leaning with her head against Harry's chest, blabbering on about something. He just nodded; his eyes too busy searching the dance floor for a blonde head.

Hermione did not mind dancing with Mathew; he was quite polite and friendly; he was funny too. But Hermione really wanted to see Pansy. She could not understand why, but she had to keep telling herself that Pansy was probably busy with her own date. Pansy with a date. That upset Hermione for a strange reason. She frowned at her own thoughts, what is wrong with you? She is aloud to have a date…even if it is not you.

Her hand slipped from Mathews shoulders and left foot knocked her right, almost tripping. Mathew caught her forearm, steadying her. He smiled a little, "You alright?"

Hermione looked at him, her eyes wide. How could she trip? She had practised this dance perfectly for weeks. "Uh yeah, just got lost in thought." She breathed. Mathew's hand slid down to her waist again and Hermione knew something was not right.

I need to get out of here.

Ron was sitting by himself by the food tables, not wanting to dance. He was not a fan of crowds and did not want to appear more awkward than he already was, so he just decided to stay out of the way. McGonagall had walked past and asked Ron for a dance later, which he had agreed to. But he was not sure how he was going to manage that with the amount of people on the dance floor.

It was just too much, too many. Every time he went into a big crowd his mind would fog and he would be suffocating on his own air. Trapped.

He wishes he were not like this. If he were not, he probably would have gone after Blaise and maybe asked him to dance.

So, he sat to the side where he was well away from the crowd.

xXx

Harry bumped into Hermione with Romilda on their way off the dance floor. Romilda paid no attention to Hermione, "Hold on Harry, Im going to go get my friends!" She ran off, shoving Hermione as she did. Hermione scowled at her and turned to Harry.

"How are you going?" She asked, rubbing the shoulder that Romilda had shoved so indignantly. "I think I know every single family member and meal that she's eaten since the day she was born." Harry snapped. Hermione laughed, "That chatty, is she?"

"Yeah." Harry said. "You and Mathew parted ways?" He asked.

Hermione shrugged, "Yeah he wanted to dance with Lavender. Have you seen Ron? I checked the food tables, but I couldn't find him." Hermione looked concerned and Harry shrugged, "I haven't seen him either."

Hermione gazed past Harry's shoulder, searching the entrance of the hall, where a few drunk couples stood, being watched closely by teachers. "You know how he is parties and people; I hope he's alright." Harry began worrying too. "Yeah, once we find him, we should stick together."

Harry turned to see Draco and Blaise standing not far away, "I'll go talk to Blaise, see if he or Draco can help me find him." Harry said.

Hermione nodded, "Yeah, do that, ill check the- "

"Granger? Sorry if im interrupting something." It was Cormac. Hermione did not look too pleased to see him but turned his way and answered him, nonetheless. "No, what did you want?" She asked a bit coldly. He ignored the tone of her voice that clearly said she did not want to talk to him.

"I was wondering if you'd like to dance?" He asked. Hermione looked at Harry. "Uh- well I was helping Harry with- "

"No, its fine. Go enjoy your dance." He said softly. "I'll find Ron." Hermione gave him a reluctant look before hesitantly taking Cormac's hand. Harry watched her be steered away by him onto the dance floor before he turned back to Pansy, Blaise, and Draco.

He was not going to lie, his heart fluttered at the thought of talking to Draco, but he had to remind himself that he was going to talk about Ron.

"Hey, Potter." Pansy smiled as Harry joined them. Draco turned to look at him, green eyes met blue for a moment. "Hey." His eyes could not help but skim over their outfits. Blaise and Draco were obviously wearing suits, Harry had to tear his eyes away from Draco's. Pansy was wearing a black, short dress with a black leather jacket. She had light makeup and her signature black lipstick.

Then he turned to Blaise. "We've lost Ron, you're his friend too. I was hoping you could help us if you do not plan on dancing. I would find him but Romilda- "

"Harryyyyy!" Came a long and drawn-out whine from behind them. Draco screwed up his face at the way Romilda threw her arms around his neck. "Come dance with meee!"

Harry tried pushing her slightly, he looked at Blaise; his expression pleading. Romilda was tugging on his hand now, "Im trying!" Harry said. Blaise just shook his head, "Oh no, its fine. I will go find him. I wanted to, uh…talk to him anyway." Draco's eyes scanned Romilda's outfit, jealousy burning in him that Harry had decided to go with her. Leave it, Draco. He can dance with who he wants. You know he's yours anyway.

"Thank you." Harry said, giving a pained smile as he finally let Romilda drag him away. Blaise chuckled, "I feel bad for the bloke."

Draco glared at Vane as she pulled him away. "Careful, Draco. Glare any harder and you'll sport permanent forehead wrinkles." Pansy joked. Draco scoffed, watching the boy with green eyes disappear. A part of his heart disappearing with him. Blaise gave them a light nod, "I'm going to find Ron."

He strode off and away, apparently already knowing where to go. Draco's glare held on the couple on the dance floor while Pansy took a sip of her drink. "Draco, do you want to go try that cake over there? Jess told me it was really good." She dropped her voice to a whisper, "I heard the Weasley Twins spiked it." She said, a smile on her face as she looked up to Draco.

However, he did not hold the same enthusiastic expression. He was still Gazing at Harry; his heart throbbing at the sight of the girl leaning against his chest, so cuddled up with him and so happily content. She did not deserve to be there…he did.

"Draco…?" She trailed off as she spotted his heart-broken gaze that was set upon Harry. "Draco," She placed a hand on his arm tenderly, "You saw how disgusted and uncomfortable he looked earlier." She said, "Go get him already."

Draco glanced at Pansy, "No, I can't. We aren't out yet, it's not fair to do that to him." Pansy looked at Harry, her eyes searching his clearly bored expression, "If doesn't want to be outed then why does he keep looking at you as if he's waiting for you to sweep him off his feet and take him away from Vane?" She asked, her gaze going up to Draco. Instantly his face softened, "I…I don't know."

She blinked at him before she set her glass down on the table behind him, "Just go and steal him from her, who cares what she thinks? She doesn't deserve him." Pansy smirked, "Plus, you guys are going to come out eventually, just enjoy the night together." Draco blushed lightly and scoffed, "Whatever, Pansy."

Pansy smiled at her friend before she drew her attention to brunette curly hair and a bright lavender dress. She frowned.

Hermione was walking away from the dance floor, wiping her eyes, Cormac was on her heels calling out to her. Hermione had stopped now and turned around to face him, saying something quickly. Pansy could not tell what it was, but she looked overwhelmed or panicked. Pansy thought for a minute that she should not interfere, as it was none of her business. But she really wanted to make sure Hermione was right. If you saw your crush running and crying, would you just ignore it?

So, she turned to Draco, "For the love of god, please go and ask Potter to dance, okay?" Draco gave a slight nod. "Fine."

"I'm going to go talk to Hermione, I'll be back." She said, starting off in the brunette's direction. Draco sighed, placed his drink down, and slowly made his way to the dance floor.

xXx

Ron was hoping Harry and Hermione were not looking for him. All he had wanted was for them to enjoy their night, he did not want to ruin that by worrying them. But if he had told them he was leaving they would have followed him, and honestly, he would rather be alone.

It was too loud in there, too many people. Some quiet would be nice.

He sat in one of the dark corridors, curled up on the wind-eye of the Hogwarts walls. Usually he, Hermione and Harry would sit on them on a sunny day and enjoy each other's company. Maybe read. And they did it for him. Hermione would much rather read in the warmth of the library and Harry did not fancy reading outside where the find flipped their pages, but they did it for Ron. And he was glad he had such amazing friends.

And even if Hermione and Harry wanted to, he figured they would know he was here.

The wind blew softly, calmly, blowing his messy red hair about, his blue eyes were concentrated on the moon in the night sky. He could hear the music well from here, it was not far from the great hall.

He did plan on going back, but he could only stand being so crowded and claustrophobic for so long; then he would resort to here.

Blaise appeared around the corner, he felt relieved at the sight of red hair. He frowned for a moment, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching him. Ron was simply just sitting there, legs dangling off the edge of the window, his eyes cast up at the sky. The pale moonlight made him freckles stand out on his skin, his hair blew in the wind, making it even fluffier.

"So, this is where you hide out?"

Ron's head whipped around; his eyes wide until he realised it was Blaise. He brought a hand up to his chest, a sigh of relief leaving his mouth. "Merlin, Blaise. Nice way to give me a bloody heart-attack."

Ron studied his figure, leaning against the wall of the castle, arms crossed and a smirk on his face. His black, short hair and his dark brown eyes that were currently studying Ron's face. Damnit.

He could already feel his infamous Weasley blush creeping onto his face.

He decided to answer Blaise's question, maybe so he would leave so Ron could calm the butterflies in his stomach. "Er, yeah this is where I usually hang out, I guess." He muttered, glancing back up at the moon.

Ron was hoping he would just nod or say, 'I'll leave you to it then' and would go report back to Hermione and Harry or something. But he didn't he simply said, "Harry and Hermione were freaking out about you, don't they know that you come here?" He asked.

"They do. We come here a lot actually, maybe they just didn't think of it." Ron said, his gaze returning to the moon. He was surprised how quickly the words had fallen from his mouth, so naturally. Usually, he could not talk much around other people, unless it was close friends like Harry and Hermione.

Blaise was slowly swaggering his way over, "So, did you want to go back and make sure they know your alive?"

Ron smiled a little, "They would know im alive. I'd just rather stay here."

Blaise frowned, "Why? Is someone giving you trouble at the dance?"

Ron nodded, "Er, yeah. Myself." Great Ron. Now he is going to ask more questions.

"What do you mean by that?" He asked, now just behind Ron, leaning against the wall. Ron sighed, If I thought I had any chance before, after I tell him this, I would have blown it.

"I'm not good with crowds. Or people in general. I don't usually talk much at all unless it's with Harry and Hermione, I get too claustrophobic and anxious." Ron said quickly, "So…yeah. I can't dance." He expected Blaise to leave or say how stupid that was, but instead he just continued studying Ron's face. "You can't dance at all, or just not in crowds?" He asked.

"Why?" Ron asked. Blaise bit his lip. Time to shoot your shot.

"Because its just me and you are here. No crowd, no other people…and I would like to dance with you." Blaise said. Ron flushed red, "You want to dance with me?"

Blaise nodded, "If that's alright with you."

Ron thought about it for a moment, sure he had already opened to Blaise within a matter of minutes, whereas with anyone else it had taken him months. Something about Blaise was different, so he agreed to it. "Sure." He stood up from his spot.

"I don't know how to dance, though." Ron said shyly. Blaise shrugged, "Neither do I, the practise for the yule ball is all foggy." Ron nodded in agreement.

Blaise watched Ron's expression slowly as he stepped forward towards the red head, slowly sliding his arms down to his waist, holding him softly by the sides. Ron's hands came up to his shoulders, how they had been taught to casually dance. It was not too hard because Blaise was not much taller than him.

Ron was blushing furiously, and Blaise was trying his hardest not to flirt or say something jokingly and scare Ron away. "Is this alright?" He asked softly. Ron was looking away, but he nodded quickly. Blaise's eyes cast down to Ron's freckles face as they swayed softly. Blaise's heart began racing as he softly brought his hand over to Ron's chin, carefully turning his head to face Blaise. Ron's eyes locked onto his and his face turned a deeper shade of red.

He traced Blaise's handsome face and sharp features with his eyes, while turning scarlet.

"What about this?" He asked, Ron looked at him for a moment. "What..."

Blaise leaned forward and carefully pressed his lips against Ron's. It was quick and he pulled back, afraid of making Ron uncomfortable. But as soon as he pulled back, Ron was leaning forward, his hands coming up to hold the back of Blaise's neck, pulling him in.

So, their lips met again, and this time it was because of Ron, so Blaise kissed him like he had never kissed anyone, taking full advantage of the fact that Ron was allowing him to. His hands slid around Ron's back, pulling him in closer. Ron kissed him back, lips colliding and moving against each other, and when Blaise's tongue traced Ron's bottom lip, he did not deny him access, opening his mouth and deepening the kiss.

They broke apart when their lungs burned for air, but shortly after their lips were together again. "I don't want to go back." Ron said, panting. "That's fine." Blaise replied, kissing him again.

xXx

Hermione had already peeled her heels off, rubbing her feet, she was not used to wearing heels. She was not used to any of this. She was confused, she felt hopeless. She tried not to cry as she felt tears stinging her eyes, the back of her throat on fire. Why am I like this?

She had just finished pushing McLaggen away, trying to explain she did not know why but she just could not dance with him. But the exact same thing had happened with Mathew, and James, and Toni. She did not know what she was doing wrong, it just did not feel right. James had even called her beautiful, but it just did not click for her. Why wasn't she like other girls? Why did she hate everything about guys?

Any girl would love being held in a guy's arms, swaying softly to cheesy ballroom music. So why didn't she?

She could not stop thinking about Pansy, and that was just confusing her even more.

She could hear the music behind her from the great hall, she shifted on the staircase, stretching her legs to distract her from her muddled thoughts.

"Granger."

Hermione did not even bother turning around, she could recognise that voice anywhere. "Hey." She replied plainly. Before she could protest that she was fine or that she did not know where Harry was or whatever Pansy was going to ask, she saw the girl plop down beside her.

Hermione turned to her to say something, but her eyes got caught on how amazing she looked. She was wearing black boots like she usually did, a short black dress and her signature leather jacket, her black lipstick and her short black hair was out and blowing in the wind. Her blue eyes focused on Hermione's. Hermione felt a fluttering in her stomach and turned away.

"I'm guessing you saw Cormac chasing after me?" She asked, burying her face in her hands. Pansy nodded, "Yeah I did, I was just wondering if you were okay." She said, placing a hand beside her to lean on as she watched Hermione carefully. "Yeah, I'm fine. I think." She replied honestly.

"You think? Why? What's wrong?" Pansy asked, a frown appearing on her face. Hermione had to ignore how pretty she looked and how cute it was when she was confused. Her eyes went wide. Did you just- What is going on!

"Er, I think I'm just having trouble finding a partner," She lied, her eyes leaving Pansy's face and staring into the darkness below. "Right, what do you mean by that?" Pansy asked.

Hermione sighed, "It doesn't feel right, dancing with anyone. The way they hold me, touch me, it feels so wrong and I do not know why. Maybe it is because I do not want a boyfriend but again, every girl our age is swooning over guys and even at this dance. It seems that any girl would be happy to be in a guy's arms but… I do not like it and I do not know what wrong with me? I mean- "

"Have you tried dancing with a girl?" Pansy blurted. The words fell out of her mouth before she could stop them, but she was half glad that they did because she stopped rambling. "What?" She looked confused and Pansy quickly narrowed her eyes at her.

"Oh no- im not homophobic or anything, goodness no." Hermione said quickly. Pansy's expression softened, "Okay, but have you ever tried being with a girl? Like kissing one- have you ever had a crush on a girl."

Hermione starred into the distance as the gears in her mind clicked and suddenly everything made sense. But still she wanted to be sure. "Yeah…I think- im not sure." She sighed hopelessly and Pansy watched as her eyebrows knitter together. She was thinking.

"But- how do I know for sure? How do I know that I do not just want to be friends? I mean…" She trailed off, giving Pansy a confused look. "You could try dancing with a girl?" Pansy suggested, her heart fluttering at the thought of Hermione smiling at her and dancing with her. Even just the sight of her, her eyes cast out, eyelashes fluttering, her soft skin glowing in the dim lights of the corridor, her hair flowing in the wind…and even how amazing she looked in that dress.

Whoa, slow down gay thoughts. Hermione could be straight.

"No…" Hermione bit her lip, "It isn't girls. It is this one girl; it has been for a while. And I thought it was just friendship or maybe she was just a nice person…funny, pretty…" Hermione looked at Pansy and Pansy shrugged. "I guess you'd have to talk to her, see if she feels the same. Then…kiss her, see if it helps. If you like it then you definitely swing that way." Pansy's mind was racing. Shit Pansy, she is not talking about you. Be nice though, she needs help. But fuck…she is gay for another girl…

"Just make sure you ask her first, you don't want to go kissing a straight girl." She said, beginning to stand. That was the first idea that came to her head, run away and cry. She likes someone else.

Pansy could not think of what was worse, Hermione being straight or Hermione having a sexual awakening for another girl.

"So, are you?" Came a soft voice from behind her. Pansy froze, confused. She turned on her heel and saw Hermione looking at her, hands shyly behind her back. Pansy ignored her cuteness.

"What?"

Hermione took a deep breath, one hand coming up to tuck a curl behind her ear, "Well you said to ask her before trying anything…so are you?"

Pansy blinked for a moment, "Me? Yeah." She still was not taking the hint. Hermione sighed, "So would you kiss me, so I can test my theory?" She asked. Pansy opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. She thought about it for a moment. She could kiss Hermione and fall even deeper, all for Hermione to turn out straight and leave Pansy heart broken. Or she says no and leaves Hermione to figure it out on her own.

She decided to take the risk if she could kiss Hermione then she would happy…for now.

"Uh…yeah." Her lesbian heart fluttered as she walked over to Hermione, trying not to just grab her and snog her senseless. Pansy was not quite sure how she was supposed to do this without making Hermione uncomfortable. Hermione could tell she was holding back, "Just kiss me."

Those were the words she had been waiting to hear. She reached down with one hand and pulled Hermione in by her back, the other she used to hold the back of her neck as she leant in and pressed her lips against hers.

Instantly Hermione kissed back, butterflies in her stomach ceasing and instead a warm and fuzzy feeling filling her core. She melted into the kiss and Pansy's lips covered her own, and before she knew it, Pansy was deepening the kiss with her tongue, Hermione was not holding back.

Hermione's arms wrapped around Pansy's neck as she took in the taste of whatever juice Pansy had been drinking before. Hermione smelt sweet like strawberries and one of Pansy's hands came to run through her curls. Their tongues were sliding against each other and their lungs began to burn.

They both broke apart, panting heavily. Hermione starred into Pansy's eyes, "I think I have a crush on you." Hermione gasped. Pansy smirked, "Think? By the way you kissed me im sure you're in love with me." Pansy pulled the brunette back in, kissing her again.

"God…Pansy…I think you're right." She gasped between kisses. Pansy used one of her hands to cup Hermione's cheek and lovingly pull her in once more.

xXx

Draco slipped onto the dance floor; it was a faster dance song so there were random people everywhere. Draco looked around, trying to squeeze past people.

He had had feelings for Harry for a long time, he did not figure Harry would like him back, being a guy and a Slytherin. But it turns out Harry was bisexual, and Draco just needed to find the right time to tell him. Years ago, his father had told him several bad things about the Potter family, that's why Draco hated him so much. Until he learnt off Hermione (After she and Pansy became friends) that those things were not true. And he found himself falling for everything about Harry. His smile, his laugh, how he looked in his uniform, the sound of his voice.

Now was the time, he was going to steal him off that self-absorbed brat who thinks she is worthy of him.

He turned on the spot, searching with his eyes through the sea of people. Until he spotted his hair, that messy jet-black hair could be recognised anywhere.

He pushed through the crowd of people and towards Harry and Romilda, they were separated for a moment, and Cormac was with them, seemingly looking at Romilda. Harry looked rather bored. As if on cue, the lights dimmed a bit in the great hall and soft coloured lights came on, a slower dance song came on. Romilda was snatched away by Cormac and before she could latch onto Harry, Draco caught the Chosen One's wrist and pulled him towards him.

Harry found himself being pulled away from the spot he was standing at, a hand on his wrist. His eyes trailed up that arm, a shoulder and then a neck…and Draco Malfoy's face. "Finally!" Harry sighed, glancing back at Romilda, who looked furious.

"Hey, I just thought I would save you from that horrible date, come over here and pretend you came with me, she wont notice." Draco said quickly, sort of just wanting Harry to himself. So, Harry let Draco slid his arms around him and behind his back, holding him softly. Harry's face flushed red at Draco's warm hands. He looked up and found himself starring into Draco's eyes. He studied his face.

His sharp features made him look hot and Harry was resisting the urge to kiss him every time he bit his lip, all his casual motions just made him look amazing. His blonde hair was not gelled back and had a fluffy characteristic to it for once. Harry wanted to touch it…

Harry was not trying to make his relationship with Malfoy obvious, but no one seemed to be taking the hint. He could not help but find it cute that Malfoy was terrible at hiding his love for him. But when it came to coming out, neither of them had any confidence at all.

He leaned forward into Draco's warmth so that their bodies were pressed against each other, he buried his face in the crook of Draco's neck and the blonde blushed rather quickly, his face growing red.

"Thanks for saving me." Harry said dramatically, his voice muffled from Draco's neck. Draco could feel Harry's warm breath on his skin and it sent goosebumps along his shoulders. "I was saving her. I was about to come over here and hex her anyways for laying her hands on you. This idea worked too though."

Harry chuckled softly, "Jealous, were you?"

There was a slight pause, filled with the sound of the music playing. "Yes." He mumbled. Harry stood up straighter, his eyes coming to meet his boyfriend's again. "I didn't actually care what people thought of us for a while…I just didn't know if you felt the same." He admitted.

Draco's hands pressed on the small of Harry's back, his eyes coming to glance at Harry's lips, "I didn't care either." And then their lips were on each other, kissing softly, something they'd been dreaming of doing all night. Draco hungrily kissed Harry, "So hard…to watch you with someone…else…" Harry smiled as his arms slid around Draco's neck to deepen the kiss.

"Don't worry..." He mumbled against his lips, "I'm all yours."

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Ahhh I hope this was cute. I enjoyed writing this, hope you enjoyed reading it. See you next chapter 3